Dad Daughter Novels & Stories

She has a really good figure and all those little freckles around her eyes makes her adorable. "Ana." Dad called me suddenly. "I will catch up on you later." I said to Beth. "Don't worry. Go and kill the waves." She assured me leisurely and I rushed towards Dad in my long 6 inches heels. My feet were killing me now. "Here, meet my daughter, Ana. Anastasia Logan." Dad was saying to a couple.

My mind went blank. I didn't have a daughter? That was impossible. My dear Marilyn was so real and so warm. "No! You're lying!" I screamed as I leaped up to my feet. "My daughter's name is Marilyn Lopez. She's six years old, and she loves eating strawberry candy!" Gabriel walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "That's enough, Nat. Don't say anything else," he said, sounding exhausted. My eyes darted between him and Taylor.

"What are we going to call her?" I stare at my daughter, listing all the names I wrote down if she was a girl. "This one. Henry says. " She let out a little moan when you said that one. “Isadora?" " Yes, Isadora." I smile. "Then you will be Isadora Zattani, the most loved and desired girl on this planet."

“It’s just I tried to lose my virginity all week, and then again tonight, to just get it over with. But the guy bailed when I told him. He wasn’t the first. That makes six times this week alone.” Eva’s expression softens as I finish, and she pulls out a small card from her bra, slipping it into my hand. “This? This is a number that can change everything. There’s a community of men who won’t just stay—they’ll want to guide you. The ‘daddies,’ as they call themselves,” she says with a wink. “Trust me, they don’t run. But make sure it’s what you want.” I look down at the number, my fingers pressing into the card’s edges, feeling its weight in my palm. The idea feels… different. Dangerous, even.

I asked and she went speechless. “I apologize to everyone here present, I didn’t mean to present my daughter in this manner but then I have to.” Dad began. “For three years, my daughter left and now is back to take her place as the heiress of the Clark group.” The crowd began to whisper l, some were shocked some were happy but nevertheless they were now aware about who I really was. “Miss Valerie here is my daughter and I’m very proud of her and all she has accomplished.” Dad said as he pulled me closer to himself for a hug.

“I hope you don’t think we’re intruders. My name is Tara, and this is my daughter, Nadia. We must have hit the wrong floor, but we were looking for an Aidan…Aidan Gra…” “Dad’s not around,” she deadpanned, cutting my words off, and simultaneously cutting the air supply from my lungs, leaving me gasping like I’d been almost choked. “Sorry?” I chuckled. Dad? I mirrored her step back in confusion because I couldn’t have heard that right.

"She is our daughter—not some cursed relic to be hidden behind stone and warded gates!" Tarek didn't flinch. "I have stood beside you on every battlefield, Xavier. I bled under your banner. But you know I speak not out of cowardice—only survival. If she ignites something we can't extinguish..." Councilwoman Maldra leaned forward, voice like broken glass. "She may no longer be yours," she said grimly. "She may be Flame incarnate. The Codex warned of a child that remembers—not one that obeys."

He is embarrassed to be slapped by his dad in front of her but some things can’t be avoided. “You are happy too soon Lucas Roselli” Klara said patting his stinging cheek and walked towards her daughter who is in Freya’s embrace. “Dada! Dada! Dada!” Goldie kept on babbling the word DADA for a while now but Klara is not happy about it. She never thought her daughter would become a little traitor. She’s been training her to say the word MAMA but look at her, she said DADA first and look at the timing!? She never expected her daughter to inherit Ralph’s traits of bullying her.

And I remember who gave that doll that name. Our eyes clashed. Maroon brown colored eyes stared back at me. It can’t be him. It just can’t. “Is everything okay Miss Reign-“ “Dad?” He froze, not before unclasping my cuffs. The cold air felt exhilarating on my sore and tender skin. “Dad, is that you?” Quickly, he turned to an awkward position, he came closer to me making sure his back was turned to the one camera operating in the room. He put one long finger to his lips, his eyes gleaming with sadness and a slither of relief.

My wife, Lani Fort, finally answered my calls only after my daughter, Anjou, stopped breathing. “Didn’t I tell you that Warren Stafford’s dog was having a difficult labor? I’m in the middle of saving a life right now. “You’ve called 108 times in two hours. What on earth is going on?” Two hours earlier, my daughter had suddenly developed a high fever, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with acute myocarditis and said her only chance of survival was to use an ECMO machine. The $50,000 initial fee for the treatment had become an insurmountable obstacle for me. I called her 108 times, but she had rejected every single call. My voice trembled as I held my daughter’s lif